This documentary film from Raymond Gayle examines “the struggles of the black rock musician and the stigma they face in the black community and the music industry.” It features tons of great performance footage and interviews with journalists and musicians like Angelo Moore of Fishbone, Vernon Reid of In Living Color, and Cody ChesnuTT. Although the film is a bit rough around the edges, it’s got a lot of heart and certainly tackles an interesting and timely subject. The success of bands like TV on the Radio (one white guy) and Bloc Party (fronted by a black guy) might signal a shift toward an acceptance of more rockers of color. Watch it here, or by all means go buy a copy.
And here’s the Saturday Night Live performance that first made me a Fishbone fan.
To honor her, I’m going to buy my wife a purple duster with a high collar for her birthday. According to Wikipedia, that’s Donny Hathaway singing the opening theme. No wonder that shit swings like it does.
Vexing for multiple reasons. As the title suggests, my mind immediately goes to the struggling MCs in the greater Winston-Salem, NC area. You’re relaxing on the couch after a long, hard day of real keeping. You turn on the news and see this shit. Really, WXII? You couldn’t at least give Jenny some money out of petty cash to pay for a ghost writer? But white people making awful hip-hop related decisions is neither new nor shocking. What I’m genuinely surprised by is just how bad she is. It’s 2009. You’d think that by now the words, sounds, and affectations of hip-hop would have permeated white culture enough for this chick to be able to cobble together some rudimentary lyrics. It’s like she doesn’t even understand the basic concept of a rhyme scheme.